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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
    1 employees

    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On April 06, 2017 at 8:13 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

She was quite embarrassed that she wasn’t able to say his name correctly. Her attempt was absolutely atrocious and she was ashamed. As she slowly tries to sound it out, she noticed that smirk upon his face. He was either annoyed or he was amused. She wouldn’t dare to ask which one it was. So instead she shut herself up. It was better that way she thought. She sat there quietly a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure how long she would need to stay within the bar, but she was hoping for not too long. She wanted to go home. No. She needed to go home. It would calm her nerves and kill her anxiety if she could surround herself in a secure place. The inquiry about her scars caught her off guard. Hardly anyone asked about it let alone wanted to talk about it. It wasn’t necessary a conversation that anyone could stomach let alone take the time to truly understand everything. Her reply needed to be short and hopefully not encouraging for more questions to be asked. She wanted to be spared. If she could have a deep conversation with her mate about this then how could she with a complete stranger? Speaking aloud her reply she watched as his face changed into a somber look, but there was no pity. She hated seeing pity. A pity look was humiliating. To receive pity from others marked her permanently in their eyes as someone broken and helpless. She was broken, but she was learning how to put the pieces back together. Sympathy was acceptable. Though her eyes noticed that it was empathy he was giving her. As he brings his finger to his face to tap at his own jagged scar, she nods in understanding. Softly she replied, a grateful and hopeful tone in her voice, understanding that this was what they had in common.


“You too? I’m sorry.”


Truly she was. She understood why she was abused, but she didn’t understand why they would be willing to do that. Shouldn’t the love of a parent to a child be more prominent? Apparently not. That he too suffered through whatever hellish experience with his own was sad, but it did show the young woman that maybe that would help her trust him. Quietly she takes a sip of her drink wishing that perhaps she could have a little bit more, if only to settle her nerves. It is when the sound of the door opening that brought that fear right on back. Terrified she huddle closer into the shadows hoping that the shadows would help block her. As they started coming closer she went rigid, controlling her breathing. Looking back over to him she is puzzled as to why he is staring at them and smiling. He needed to not do that. He needed to ignore them. He was going to get her caught. She causally turned her head to see that the Dark Hunters were watching them. A very soft growl was released, the girl responding to her fight and flight stimuli. His next inquiry caused her to shake her head. He shouldn’t kill all these innocent people here. The Dark Hunters needed to be dealt with. Quietly the shadows within the bar began to twist and turn slinking across the floor, the lupine was trying to prepare herself and others. Suddenly the shadows began to expand, flaring up as she heard people shout in awe, fear or shock. Her shadows were meant to be used in a way to defend others, and that was what she was doing. She was using her shadow armor to defend them, defend herself, and defend the man before her from the Dark Hunters. Raven’s voice would enter and press into the were-lion’s, her voice steady, but rushed.


“No need to kill them all. I was dealing with a business matter and they were uninvited. I am sorry for this.”


Grabbing her glass she tossed the rest of the amber liquid down. The barstools and tables would suddenly begin to lift upwards, causing the patrons to shriek as she threw them towards the Dark Hunters. Bottles flew off the shelves behind the bar, the sounds of glass shattering to the floor seemed to encourage the patrons to scream at a higher octave. The Dark Hunters were blinded and confused by the patrons rushing out and variety of items being thrown to them as the shadows thickened and increased. Suddenly the woman began to shift into her wolf form. Snarling as she leapt and ran towards the doors, using the shadows to swarm around her, as she tried to flee. The sounds of guns going off behind her. She hoped the man she left behind was safe. She hoped that he wouldn’t harm those that were innocent.

Raven Clocksworth.
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